Clara greets Cordelia

Dear Diary,

It has been a week since my door was open to my dear Wayland. Aga has been a patient and surprisingly vigorous lover, even if he was a bit reluctant to take me in the way that Trask did, which I've found to be quite enjoyable. Its not particularly the sex act itself, which is of course most pleasurable, but rather the spanking. When Trask was inside me and I could barely breathe from having such a thing hammering into my bum, it was the spanking of the buttocks that really put me over the edge, especially after the revelation that he'd taken me in such a way as before. I still can't believe Wayland allowed him to do that to me, but at the time I was any other drunken floozy that banged on his door.

Fortunately for me, my little childish act doubled as a sort of revenge. It has numbed and confused my emotions. I do not love him in the traditional sense, but I do care for, and desire him. I find myself aching for his touch, for his steady hands upon my bosom and his breath on my neck.

Speaking of erotic distractions, my sweet cousin Cordelia arrived today via the last inbound Somatrain of the season, along with the mail and much needed supplies. As soon as I saw her head pop out of the doors, I knew something wicked was going on in her mind. I went to embrace her, and she kissed me, deeply. Her lips were so soft and tender I was taken aback. She bent me backwards in a full embracing kiss that shocked me greatly, and caused me to blush, and Blush, badly.

A boy was behind her, his breathing heavy. I didn't notice him at first, but then Cordelia's lips parted, and her little tongue pushed what could only be the boy's semen into my mouth. I kissed her back, our tongues swirling the salty fluid over each other, before she broke off the kiss suddenly, a thin rope of cum connecting our lips before breaking and landing on my cleavage. I rubbed it into my skin as we both met his eyes at the same time. I've never seen a more confused, flustered, red-faced lad in all my days. He grumbled something, and slid passed us to the arms of his waiting fiance, who was waiting for him on the platform.

"You'll have to do a bit more to shock me now, cousin. I've learned a thing or two in my time here." I said, kissing her again. When her fluttering eyes opened, she smiled. God, I wanted to take her right then and there, in front of the porters and the bagmen and the disapproving ninnies. The look of unadulterated lust in her eyes was unbearable.

"Oh cousin, you have no idea the things I know." she said, her lips hovering close to, but not touching, mine. I giggled at my own anticipation, and realized that we'd let our hands explore each other a bit more than intended as a small crowd was cautiously eying us, seeing it was worth sticking around for. I debated it in my mind, perhaps for too long, before a single word shattered our little display.

"War! We are being invaded!" the crier yelled. Instantly, men and women descended on the stacks of newspapers being unloaded.

"So the Americans are finally coming." I said with a grim resignation. There ferocity was legendary, and our soft and sensual world would be easy pickings for them. Cordelia picked up the paper, her eyes furrowing.

"Perhaps...perhaps not." she said, and showed me the headline.